
This weekend in Alabama, we did walk to an outdoor amphitheater and run the steps. Stairway to Hell would be a perfect title, but that would imply we only ran DOWN stairs, and we totally ran up them. Seriously, the first flight I was like..okay, okay, I can do this, oh no, oh no, my legs are giving out. I was sore for 4 days afterwards. But we are doing another 5k on May 9th, and I would like to improve on my time...so I better get practicing.
On another note...I threw up last night. I had made a chicken breast coated in breadcrumbs, baked in the oven, topped with ham, cheese, and tomato (think chicken cordon bleu). It was so good. About 3/4 of the way through Tina told me to stop (remember Tina is what I named my band). I told Tina to "SHUT UP biatch! I must finish eating the chicken. I can't waist it". She hushed for awhile and waited until I finished the rest of my chicken to have the last word. I had been through eating for about 5 minutes...and it wasnt a PB...it was a full on throw up. Fabulous yes? Thank God it happened during a commercial of America's Next Top Model.
Lesson learned.
*PS, I was spell checking and did anyone else notice that when I was talking about "wasting" food, I said WAISTING instead? Hmmm...the size of my waist on my mind much?
And here I thought you put the word "waist" there on purpose!!!
ReplyDeleteI caught it, but then again, I write so I catch little mistakes all the time (even after I've posted responses, I've hit my forehead for letting a typo go through) but I thought you were being cute.
ReplyDeleteI am very concerned about the throwing up. I don't want to do it because it goes along with former eating disorder habit.
Oh, and my boyfriend is now apologizing to me every time he burps because he knows I still have a lot of gas trapped in me. Poor guy. I feel sorry for him. He's always trying to put me first in my endeavors.